The first thousand two hundred and twenty-five chapters are cynical
When Lin Zhiming killed Park Taichuan, he knew that only one person between him and Park Hengyu could survive.
For Lin Zhiming, with a formidable enemy like the Tree of Life in front of him, it would not be a wise move for him to provoke Park Hengyu.
But there is no way, everything he does is to strengthen himself, and on the way to strengthen himself, he will definitely offend many people.
It's best to be able to turn hostility into friendship. If you can't, then you can only step on the opponent's corpse and move forward.
Night falls.
Lin Zhiming wore a decent suit, a white shirt, and a bow tie, and walked out of his room calmly with a dragon-slaying staff in his hand.
He took the elevator to the floor where the dinner was held.
As soon as he got out of the elevator, Lin Zhiming saw the hostess in the row in front of him.
Every hostess's appearance is above the standard, and their figure is excellent.
Lin Zhiming walked out of the elevator and walked to the banquet hall.
As soon as they arrived at the door, the people in the cover hall all stood up like sharks tattooed with the smell of blood.
Lin Zhiming walked into the hall, surrounded by sounds of greetings one after another, and many people walked quickly to Lin Zhiming.
There were only fifty or sixty people attending this dinner, and only six tables were set up, but Zhang Quan booked the largest and most luxurious banquet hall in the entire hotel.
In addition to the diners, a large part of the banquet hall was transformed into a stage.
Behind the stage, many entertainers are preparing.
Some of these people are first-line singers, and some are fresh talents with low traffic.
Their appearance fee can easily reach millions, and they are always the top celebrities wherever they go, but today they are all invited here, some sing, some dance, and some host.
Zhao Meng had already arrived at the banquet hall, and she took people to take photos in the banquet hall in advance.
When she saw the A-list celebrities behind the stage, she was completely confused.
The last time she saw so many A-list celebrities preparing backstage, it seemed to be backstage at the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, right?
I heard what Lin Zhiming said before, isn't this just an ordinary dinner? Why is it so grand?
"Little Dream!"
Someone suddenly called Zhao Meng.
Zhao Meng looked back and found that it was Xiao Sa, the head host of CCTV!
"Brother Sa! Why are you here?!" Zhao Meng asked in surprise.
"Mr. Lin invited me to come over and be the host of this dinner." Xiao Sa explained.
"Aren't things happening in Taiwan a lot lately? Can you still smuggle?" Zhao Meng asked.
"Mr. Lin is so proud. He just said hello and he asked me to come. By the way, I heard that this time you have a program with Mr. Lin all the way and an exclusive interview? You are really lucky.
Little dream!" Xiao Sa said enviously.
"How lucky is this?" Zhao Meng shrugged.
"I won't tell you about my dream for now, I have to make preparations. We'll talk again when we have a chance later!" Xiao Sa said, turned around and walked to the side.
Zhao Meng walked around backstage and then returned to the banquet hall. At this time, bottles of aged Feitian Moutai had been delivered to the table, and various delicious side dishes were also served by the waiters.
"How much money will be spent on this night!" Zhao Meng sighed as he looked at the magnificent banquet hall.
"I don't know, but the appearance fees of those celebrities alone are estimated to be hundreds of millions!" a colleague said in a low voice.
"It would be great if the money could be used to help others or do something more meaningful," Zhao Meng said.
"Sister Meng, Mr. Lin is here!" Someone pointed at the door and said.
Zhao Meng looked at the door and happened to see Lin Zhiming walking in from the door like a star over the moon.
"Take more shots." Zhao Meng said.
Immediately, a cameraman picked up a camera and started taking pictures of Lin Zhiming.
Zhao Meng straightened his clothes and walked towards Lin Zhiming.
"Sister Meng, stop asking questions about consumption concepts," someone reminded.
Zhao Meng paused slightly, then walked to the table next to him and sat down.
"You guys go ahead and shoot, I don't want to ask anything right now." Zhao Meng said.
Hearing what Zhao Meng said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, not only Lin Zhiming thought the questions asked by Zhao Meng were stupid, but colleagues in the same group also thought so.
But they couldn't say, after all, Zhao Meng's father was the production director.
On the other side, Lin Zhiming chatted with everyone for a while, then came to the main table and took a seat.
There were several heavyweights sitting at the main table. Lin Zhiming greeted them one by one and sat down in his seat.
Afterwards, all members were seated according to their names on the seats.
Zhao Meng and others also found their positions, and their positions were at the edge of the banquet hall.
Several of Zhao Meng's colleagues set up photographic equipment and so on, just enough to capture the entire banquet hall.
Zhao Meng sat in his seat and felt a lack of interest.
She felt that her outlook on life and values were too different from Lin Zhiming's, so she couldn't bring up the interest to ask Lin Zhiming questions.
"That's it. Anyway, I asked some questions before, so I can do business after I get back." Zhao Meng thought secretly.
At the main table, Lin Zhiming stood up with a microphone.
The originally noisy banquet hall suddenly became quiet and there was no sound.
This scene shocked Zhao Meng.
"Thank you to all my friends today. Brother Lin Zhiming gave me the face to attend the mid-year meeting of our Illuminati Asia branch. In fact, in my eyes, whether we attend the meeting or not is not important at all. The most important thing is to get to know and interact with you.
I, Lin Zhiming, like to make friends. If you treat me as a friend, I will naturally treat you as a friend. Today, when we are all gathered together, I only have one thing to say: eat well and drink well, that’s why you think highly of me, Lin Zhiming!" Lin Zhiming finished speaking.
, put down the microphone, then picked up a bottle of Maotai on the table and poured a large glass directly.
"Here, here's to you all!" Lin Zhiming picked up the wine glass.
Everyone at the scene also picked up their wine glasses.
"Do it!" Lin Zhiming said, drinking all the wine in the cup.
Everyone at the scene, whether they could drink or not, drank all the wine in their glasses.
"Tonight's welcome dinner has officially begun!" Zhang Quan took the microphone and said with a smile.
As Zhang Quan finished speaking, the host Xiao Sa walked to the center of the stage.
A grand welcome dinner began.
Waves of celebrities took turns to perform on stage, and members of the Asian branch of the Illuminati also took turns to come to the main table to propose a toast to Lin Zhiming. These people who usually only took a sip when others came to them to drink, all became extremely excited at this time.
Humbly, they bowed their waists slightly, holding the bottom of the wine glass with one hand, clinking glasses with Lin Zhiming with a sincere smile, and then drank the full glass of wine in one gulp.
Bottles of Moutai were wiped out, then stacked in a nearby corner, and delicacies were served to the dining table one after another.
"It's so delicious. These are things I've never tasted before." A colleague sitting next to Zhao Meng sighed while enjoying the meal.
Others also nodded. Not only were the wines at tonight's dinner all good, but the food was also top-notch.
Zhao Meng didn't eat much, she just sat and watched the people at other tables around her drinking.
A bottle of Maotai Feitian worth ten or twenty thousand yuan was drank as if it were mineral water. She felt that the so-called drunkenness and wealth were nothing more than that.
At this time, she had a cynical feeling. There were still many children in Long Kingdom who had no books to read and could not keep up with nutrition. She had to donate half of her salary to these people every month, but after so many years of donation,
It's not as good as the Maotai ones opened by Lin Zhiming tonight.
She feels that the world is too unfair. Some people get too much, while others have nothing.
Cynical emotions filled Zhao Meng's chest. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that what she was in now was the so-called wine pond and meat forest. She hated it extremely and despised it all. She felt that what she was pursuing was far more than drinking Maotai and eating.
King crab people can compare.
A sense of superiority suddenly arose in Zhao Meng's heart. She felt that her own life was the meaningful life, while the lives of these people had no meaning at all.
"I must do something to change everything." Zhao Meng suddenly had such an idea.
She looked at everything in front of her, and an idea appeared in her mind uncontrollably.
She wants to attack everything and change everything!
"Xiao Li, when you get back, give me a copy of the tape you took today." Zhao Meng said.
"Okay, no problem!" A colleague on the side nodded.
The atmosphere of the dinner did not become bad because of Zhao Meng's messy thoughts. On the contrary, with the intake of alcohol, everyone became more and more excited. Under such excitement, people
He is also becoming more and more dissolute.
Just as Zhao Meng thought, it is not an exaggeration to describe this scene as a wine pond and a forest of meat.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the atmosphere of the dinner reached its peak.
The artists who had finished their performances came to the stage and had close contact with these big guys from all walks of life under the leadership of their respective managers.
Some toasted, some chatted, some left WeChat messages with each other, and some made appointments for after-dinner activities.
There were people coming and going in the banquet hall, which seemed a bit chaotic.
Zhao Meng felt that she couldn't stand it anymore, so she got up and left the dinner table first, and walked out of the banquet hall.
call!
Zhao Meng took a few deep breaths, and then his stuffy chest relaxed a little.
Afterwards, Zhao Meng returned to his room alone.
On the other side, the dinner party has also come to an end.
Lin Zhiming stood at the door and sent away the waves of guests before returning to his room with Zhang Quan.
Not long after returning to the room, Lin Zhiming received news from the Illuminati Association.
"After discussion between the vice president and the president, it was decided to cancel the membership of Kim Deshun, chairman of Kimchi Country Descendants Automobile, and Kimchi Country director Lu Wuqi, as members of the Asian branch of the Illuminati."
Such a news spread throughout the Illuminati in an instant.